The Waiting Game

In a few hours, some of my best friends that I haven't seen in months will be in my apartment, drinking and hanging out just like any SU night. I'm excited, nervous (even though we kept the guest list small I don't want my apartment getting trashed) and I just really feel like summer is over.

I felt it a lot the other night when I had my last night at the restaurant. Sure the actual job itself wasn't very summery- but it was a summer mindset. I was carefree and flippant about friendships and the work environment. I knew it was temporary, I knew it was fading, and I didn't really care. Most of the time, I never really felt like I acted like myself when I was there. I just put on the smile, sat the people, made small talk and went home. It's hard to explain, but it was provisional.

The Dome work has been long and stressful, and seriously emotional. It's hard to not be yourself when you are there most of the time, and I can't really tell how much I like that. We are surrounded by no one but each other 80% of the time in a seriously hot arena doing mostly horrifyingly boring busy work for 12 hours straight. You get frustrated, tired, and just on edge. Not to mention it's been a chaotic week anyways- as I have been attempting to find student loans and get ready for the semester.

But anyways, I'm excited for the evening. I missed my friends, and I need SOMEthing in my life. Some drama, excitement, change and good spontaneous fun. And my friends are always good for that. It's going to be a hard semester, work wise and school wise. But I feel good things for myself. I've got a lot to work on with myself, and I'm finally learning how to do so.

Sorry if this post was rambling, I of course got ready an hour before scheduled. At least I wasted some time. Woot! Let's get drunk (just kidding mom, if you read this).